Evil God Pass
This was actually a ruin resembling an ancient Roman town. With two great mountains enclosing it on either side and Evil Qi dispersing through the area, it had earned its name. Yet the dilapidated ruins looked as though they had been shattered for tens of millions of years, without any sign of undead activity.
However, deep beneath a relatively intact church at the center of these ruins lay a world of its own.
Yu Ming was currently sitting at ease upon a dragon throne brought from the Prehistoric Dynasty, watching the duel between two warriors in the enormous underground Colosseum.
The two fighting in the arena were Yuan Zhi, the Hou Corpse, and General Long Yi.
However, Yuan Zhi's current state was distinctly different from before.
A respirator covered Yuan Zhi's mouth, leaving him unable to speak. Four flexible tube ports for fluid delivery had been implanted at different positions along his back and spine, while a precision injector was connected to the back of his neck. Gray crystal residue still glimmered within its syringe.
At first, Yuan Zhi had been crushed by General Long Yi without the slightest ability to resist. His prized strength and speed were utterly suppressed before Long Yi, making Yuan Zhi fully understand that there was always someone stronger. Experts from the Higher Plane simply could not be measured by the standards of Ling.
Yet whenever Yuan Zhi was about to lose, he would unleash all his strength to return to the edge of the Colosseum, connecting the ports and injector on his body to the tubes. A form of energy substance originating from the dead would immediately be injected through the tubes extending from Yuan Zhi's body.
The respirator tightly bound his face, preventing Yuan Zhi from speaking. Yet the constant